Come all you jolly ploughmen
With courage stout and bold,
They'll labour all the winter
Through stormy winds and cold
To clothe your fields with plenty,
Your farmyards to renew,
To crown them with contentment
Remains the painful plough.

Adam was a ploughman
When ploughing first began,
The next that did succeed him
Was Cain his eldest son.
Some of their generation
Their calling doth pursue,
That bread may not be wanted
Remains the painful plough.

" O ploughman," says the gardener,

1.

Come all you jolly lumbermen, I'd have you for to know
The Yankees they'll return no more to drive the Gaspereaux;
You told them all the lies you could; you were their bitter foe;
Bad luck attend those wild galoots who live on Gaspereaux.
2.


You thought to scare those Americans and fill their hearts with fear,
You told them they could not get out their lumber the first year;
But our boss he says, “My brave boys, we'll let those galpins know,—”
And in seven days with his boys so brave, he drove the Gaspereaux.

3.

1 Come all you humane countrymen, with pity lend an ear
And hear my mournful story; you can't but shed a tear.
I'm here in close confinement, I'm bound in fetters strong,
Surrounded by strong granite walls and sentenced to be hung.

2 Charles Gustavus Anderson is my right and proper name.
Since I have been in custody I've ne'er denied the same.
I came from decent parents although I die in scorn.
Believe me, now I much lament that ever I was born.

3 It was my sad misfortune that brought me to this place

1

Come all you brave young shanty-boys,
I pray you all draw near,
'Tis of a frightful accident
That I would have you hear.

2

'Tis of a young and comely youth,
James Whaland he was called,
Got drownded from Le Claron's raft,
All on the upper falls.

3

The water being in its raging course,
The river rolling high,
When the foreman to young Whaland said,
" The jam you'll have to try. "

4

As they were rolling off the logs,
Young Whaland made a shout:

Come all you brave soldiers, both valiant and free,
It 's for Independence we all now agree;
Let us gird on our swords and prepare to defend
Our liberty, property, ourselves and our friends.

In a cause that's so righteous, come let us agree,
And from hostile invaders set America free,
The cause is so glorious we need not to fear
But from merciless tyrants we'll set ourselves clear.

Heaven's blessing attending us, no tyrant shall say
That Americans e'er to such monsters gave way,
But fighting we'll die in America's cause

Come all you brave sailors that sails on the main,
I'll tell you of a fight that was lately in Spain;
And of five sail of frigates bound to Malago,
For to fight the proud Spaniard our orders was so.

There was the Henry and Ruby and the Antelope also,
The Greyhound and the Bryan for fireships must go;
But so bravely we weighed and played our parts
That we made the proud Spaniards to quake in their hearts.

Then we came to an anchor so nigh to the mould:
"Methinks you proud English do grow very bold.'

Come, all you brave gallants, listen awhile,
With hey down, down, an a down ,
That are " this bower" within;
For of Robin Hood, that archer good,
A song I intend for to sing.

Upon a time it chanced so,
Bold Robin in [the] forrest did 'spy
A jolly butcher, with a bonny fine mare,
With his flesh to the market did hye.

Good morrow, good fellow, said jolly Robin,

1. Come all you brave Annapolis boys, I'll
tell you what I've seen, On a voyage to Demerara
in a fancy barkentine. The
thirtieth day of August in eighteen eighty three, The
Eva Johnson took our lines and towed us out to sea.
instead of going forward he would lie aft in the sun,

2 The mates did pick their watches and unto us did say,
" If you can't do your duty, boys, she's the hottest out of the Bay! "
" Oh Lord, oh Lord, what have I done, " so bitterly [one?] did scream,
" That I should be shanghaied on board of Corbitt's barkentine? "

Come all you bold ox teamsters,
Wherever you may be,
I hope you'll pay attention
And listen unto me.

2

It's of a bold ox teamster,
His name I'll tell to you,
His name was Johnny Carpenter,
He pulled the oxen through.

3

He took with him six bags of meal
And his bunk chains also,
All for to bind his spruce and pine
While hauling through the snow.

4

Says Carpenter unto Flemmons,
" I'll show them to haul spruce,
For my oxen in the snow, you see,
Are equal to bull moose! "

5

Come all ye sons of Brittany,
Assist my muse in tragedy,
And mourn brave Braddock's destiny,
And spend a mournful day,
Upon Monongahela fields,
The mighty're fallen o'er their shields;
And British blood bedews the hills
Of western Gilboa.

July the ninth, oh! Fatal Day,
They had a bold and bloody fray,
Our host was smote with a dismay;
Some basely did retire,
And left brave Braddock in the field,
Who had much rather die than yield,